Chapter 97 You Are Taking His Side

• The police kept Ezekiel in an interrogation room. They didn’t put him in custody—he was a respected man, after all. But he was still trapped, sitting alone with nothing but his thoughts. His phone had been confiscated, leaving him with no way to reach out.
• After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open. Ezekiel let out a sigh but didn’t bother to look up.
• “Hello, Mr. Ezekiel,” a familiar voice greeted.